MOOSE!
By Caleb Ciszek






I was walking through the highest point in the rocky mountains going with new hunters. I was to help them hunt. I was the 2nd highest point in our clan next to the chief who really shouldn't be the chief for he had no hunting experience so he could not help the tribe at all. It seemed he was as useless as a blind mole and a hyena in a hunt for deer. We saw a deer walking I told them to hold area till I could tell them to shoot when the time was right. The youngest hunter was to eager, he shot with out permission. He missed. He cost us a whole meal for tonight a meal big enough for the whole tribe but we couldn't have it. I told him he would have to make up for that loss later. “Whats that?” another hunter said. I looked up into the piercing light of the sun. a shadow of a person came down from the tree. I yelled out “Move, get back to camp, make sure no one follows you back.” The other hunters ran back. It was our rival tribe from the northern part of the area. I fought three off then ran to the camp in a cave my tribe was concealed